Your character has just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As they look around, their gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. They duck and step into a tattered tent, illuminated by a series of candles suspended in the air. At the back of the tent, an old hag raises her head, “What brings you to this dingy town? She begins, then pauses to study your face—”Ah, it’s you. I’ve been expecting you. Sit,” she gestures at a cushion, “Tell me your story.”
A man with a striped bandana on his head, a white shirt, brown pants, and black shoes would enter the tent. "Hello there, I'm Nehemiah Hackett!" Nehemiah would look around the tent, eyeing the cushion. He sat down and gave a toothy grin, though his grin was certainly missing a few teeth, and then started to talk."You've been expectin' me? Well dame, I don't even know who you are! Would've been nice to know who's askin'! But alright, I ain't no scum-- I ain't rude to old ladies. I'll tell ya a little bit about myself. Really, I only talk about these things to finer ladies-- no offense-- so I'm a really, really mag-na-ni-mous man to be tellin' you 'bout myself. Enuff' of this ramblin'! I've been meanderin' 'round my story for years at this point! I'll get it start'd. So I was born... round a score and a fourth years ago, to my Mom. And my Dad. Oh, I guess I should give them a little respect, right? My mother and mah father. Thass' right." [I'm going out of character here to say that I'm not entirely familiar with all of the locations in this server, and all of the rules pertaining to those locations, and I don't even know if I can say I lived in these locations, but I'll try my best to incorporate lore from the server onto here. Like, I'm going to talk about the Republic of Salvo but I don't even know how long it is has lasted, man!] "I'm frum Salvo, I'm a full-blood'd Salvo... guy. My daddy fought in the Civil War! So did my uncle! I mean my father, not my daddy. I gotta show sum' respect for a soldier, right!? No, he didn't die, he's still alive. But you gotta show respect to dem shoul--soldiers anyway! Heh, I almost said shoulders there. My dad isn't a shoulder. He's a person with shoulders! Ha ha!" He slapped his knee. "Ha ha! That's a good wun. Anyways, my family, ya know. God fearin' planters for the most part. We plant'd indigow. N' uh... other crawps. I forgot. I left home a while ago, cuz I didn't wanna do no farmin' no more, I wanna expand mah port-folio, ya know. Know new things! Be more ed-u-cated! So I'm lookin' round... I dunno any goowd colleges or... sum of the sort to get information out uv. I'm pritty learn'd myself. I read books! Yessir. I read scripture every day! Though I ain't no theologian, I have sum' filly-soffical ideas. Uh... yeah. So that's why I'm here. N' that's where I came frum." He would stretch his arms behind his back and cross them as a nest for his head to lay in as he pushed his feet on the ground and tucked his posterior into his cushion. Although, he forgot that this was a cushion, not a chair. He leaned back with nothing to support himself, and he fell to the ground. He rubbed his head with his right hand, and used his left hand to push himself up. "Heh heh! My mistake. Anythin' else ya wanna know about me... or?"
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